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It was as if time had turned back, and everything seemed to have returned to the previous moment. The Mercury's cannon was so powerful that it beat the single-handed Olaf to the point where he couldn't even stand up.

It's just that this time the person who was beaten so hard that he couldn't stand was replaced by Tryndamere, and the Mercury Cannon was replaced by two mechanical arms with teeth and claws.

The terrifying sonic boom tore through the air again, and two dazzling golden lights once again accurately hit Tryndamere who had just crawled out of half of his body.

Outbreak, spread, No.13 took over the dominion over the entire world.

After three breaths, the huge snow mist No. 13 fell lazily, everyone couldn't help twisting their stiff necks, and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva to moisten their thirsty throats after watching the excitement for too long.

In fact, during the bombardment that sounded extremely fast, but actually lasted for more than one magic hour, the people on both sides did nothing, they just stared blankly at the man who was holding a knife like a mad tiger at the beginning and wanted to fight to the death alone. An army man, constantly falling and rising.

It's like watching a magical drama where the sound and light effects are extremely violent and gorgeous, but the plot is so boring that people can't help but feel sleepy and yawn.

Neither of the two sides intended to strike first. After all, for the Noxus, the fierce god of Tryndamere really frightened them. Now that I have such a good thing on my side, I can beat him without killing people. It's such a good thing, no matter who it is, they really don't want to fight against that fierce god again.

As for the coalition forces, it was Galen's order, but because the light from the two mechanical arms was too exaggerated, those Avarosas who were about to throw were unable to work under the continuous strong light, and suddenly It is to keep the two sides in a state of peace for an entire hour of magic.

The snow and fog finally cleared up again, but no one moved.

They are still waiting, waiting for that strong and brave arm No. 15 to stick out from the deep snow, and then yell at me and freeze to death.

This is actually a signal. If Tryndamere is no longer able to stand up, then it is time for Noxus to attack, and vice versa.

It can be said that the entire battlefield has unknowingly turned into some strange directions. If Tryndamere and the two mechanical arms are both good bodies, no one can figure out which one, this battle may last until the beginning of next spring.

But Tryndamere is not a god after all, and his body is not as terrible as Olaf's perverted barbarian. Although his arm stretched out from the snow behind him No. 15 times, the gnarled veins on that arm have already disappeared. The faint blood oozing out of his entire arm had already begun to show that he was a little bit dead.

And this point was confirmed in the hearts of more people when Tryndamere's head protruded from the snow.

Tryndamere's face was no longer as relaxed as it was at the beginning, and his eyes no longer had that kind of teasing like a tiger running into a herd. His lips were tightly pursed, and his pair of deep eyebrows were furrowed tightly. There were more than a dozen small slits on the face, and blood flowed out of it.

He pulled his body out slowly and firmly, not looking at the two mechanical arms, nor at the Noxus who seemed a little ready to move because of the scars on his body.

He just looked ahead, as if he was looking at some belief.

The barbarians who were familiar with Tryndamere seemed to already know something, and they roared excitedly in low voices.

Some other people next to them who didn't understand, at this time, because they had fought side by side before, there was not much barrier, so they started to ask them.

It's just that those barbarians didn't seem to be able to explain clearly, just looking at the figure standing in front of the forest of thousands of knives in Tryndamere, they kept saying a word that didn't know the meaning, Achilles.

There was a fiery light in their eyes.

"Wait a minute." Galen glanced at Tryndamere, who was getting up slowly, and stretched out his hand to hold Ashe's wounded ice arrow.

The only good news in the long past of a sorcerer is that Galen has finally found the missing three.

Ashe, Jess, Vi.

Ashe basically didn't suffer too much damage, but was buried in the snow by the shock wave of the explosion and passed out. Wei's situation was similar, only Jess was the culprit, because his body was almost attached to the The Mercury cannon was at the center of the explosion, and the whole person was blown beyond recognition. When he was dragged out, he was covered in blood and only his breath was left. If Galen hadn't remembered the unique shape of his shoes, he would have been almost unrecognizable.

Ashe and Wei basically recovered after a short rest, but Jess' injuries were too serious. After emergency field treatment, Galen just sent a field doctor to continue to take care of him. After all, this time it was completely He had brought it on himself, and there was nothing Piltover could do afterward, and Garen just hoped he was tough enough to survive.

"Why?" Wei, who was standing aside, saw Galen preventing Ashe from attacking the two mechanical arms, and asked a little puzzled. Her dizzy head couldn't understand such behavior at all.

Galen didn't speak, just glanced at her, and then at Ashe.

Ashe glanced at Tryndamere's back, nodded as if she understood something, and put away the great ice bow.

"You..." Wei was very annoyed by the inexplicable behavior of the two people. If she hadn't been concerned about the strength of Galen and Ashe, she would have the fiery temper that would hit her with a big fist if anyone dared to play tricks on her. Almost had a seizure.

However, Galen didn't have Li Wei's murderous eyes, he just looked at the long knives in the distance and whispered: "There are still three people..."

"En." Ashe listened to the hand stroking the big ice bow, her eyes narrowed slightly.

There are still three people left... Caitlin, Sejuani, Olaf...

The first name doesn't matter, but the last two names do...

At last Tryndamere emerged from the snow, the first time he had crawled out whole in his magical age.

I don't know why the mechanical arm hasn't been launched this time after so long, maybe it's to give Tryndamere a break?

Tryndamere twitched the corners of his mouth but didn't smile in the end. He glanced at those Noxus soldiers who were staring at him, then turned and started walking towards the long knives standing in a row.

The long knife in his hand had already been reduced to ashes in the first bombardment, and he needed a knife.

Just as he turned around, the two mechanical arms that hadn't moved for a long time finally shone brightly again.

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